Page 2 of Pin-up Girl

Part One

The Kings

So close.

We were so close to getting free.

A few more deals here. A few more nasty secrets there.

All in the name of the cause, of course.

Then she walked in at the wrong place, wrong time.

Chapter One

Milo

Two hours earlier

Damn Emmett and his fuck toys.

I banged on his door with a heavy fist and stared down the hallway. As an old colonial house for the fraternity residence, there were about ten bedrooms on the second floor. Doors lined the left side of the hallway while a wrought iron railing trailed down the right. It was too damn pretty for the bunch of limp dicks who lived here.

Incessant giggling traveled through the door, and I sighed.

“Fuck, Emmett. Is now really the time?” The bastard was my best friend, but I didn’t love him so much I couldn’t recognize his flaws. And his biggest one was his inability to keep his dick in his pants.

“Sorry, sweethearts. Daddy Milo says it’s time for you to leave.” His voice was muffled, but even so, I could hear the raspy purr he inserted in his voice whenever he spoke to women. “No, don’t bother. I won’t call.”

A loud crack pulled a smile from my lips. Damn. I loved it when he offended his fuck buddies. It was never ending amusement for me, because he just didn’t care enough to change.

The door swung open so fast, a draft raced over the back of my neck. Two half-dressed sorority girls speed walked their way down the hallway. Hair mussed. Skirts askew. Any of the brothers who saw them would know immediately they were selected and rejected. It was essentially the code of the brotherhood.

“What crawled up your ass, Milo?” Emmett smirked as he leaned a forearm on the top of the doorframe. He was just too pretty for his own good, with pitch black hair that always looked sexed up and chiseled features. Fucking selects were always buzzing around, giving me a headache.

“Man, put some pants on. No one wants to see the print of your erect dick,” I spat in disgust. I swore, he liked to flaunt his hard cock to annoy me. The silky boxers were the perfect weapon to parade his dick tent.

He laughed under his breath. “You didn’t let me finish. What do you expect? At least I put on underwear before I sent Stace and Lace back to their house.”

Stace and Lace. Two of the most uptight bitches on campus. They were so stiff and cold, I doubted they’d be good for anything other than a two-pump-fuck. But whatever. Emmett didn’t have standards. He was more about the chase. And once he caught, he released, and then he was on to the next piece of ass that crossed his path.

“It’s fight night at Freddie’s. Like always, we have to be there early. How about for once you don’t get distracted, so we can be on time?” He rolled his eyes at my curt tone.

“Give me five. Grab Jules, and I’ll meet you in the Caddy. Cool?” He shut the door without waiting for me to respond. Fucker.

I knocked on the next door with much less force and waited for Jules to answer. I didn’t have to worry about him like I did Emmett. Oh, he still got laid whenever he wanted. The girls at Wellington University ate his ass up whenever he offered himself up on a silver platter. Not only did he have striking Hawaiian features from his mom’s side, he inherited his dad’s size and green eyes. But they loved a damaged hero, and since he didn’t speak, they imagined all the things he might say to them if he could. Classic romanticism in play. It didn’t matter that he would say none of the flowery things they planted in his mouth. Before he lost his voice, he was the crudest, rudest kid on the block.

The door cracked, and when Jules’ vibrant green eyes spotted me, he opened the door the rest of the way. No words were necessary between us. He snatched a beat up, vintage leather jacket off of his desk and stepped out into the hallway. Then he locked his door with an old iron key and waited to see what I would do.

I walked down the hallway, greeting brothers with smiles and head nods. The perfect, charming president. The one who everyone loved, both within the frat walls and the university halls.

“Emmett was getting his dick wet again. I guess I should be thankful he ended his session short. Remember that time he refused to leave his bedroom until he nutted?” I glanced back over my shoulder to see a quick flash of white teeth before Jules settled into his standard grim expression. For him, that was the height of hilarity.

“Yeah. He’s gained some self-control since last semester.”

We climbed in my Cadillac SUV, and I fumbled with the air and music while we waited for Emmett. I stopped onSAD!, letting the beat wash over me. Finally, he came racing out of the house and dove in the backseat like we were trying to get away from a dangerous job. Not that that hadn’t happened. It was just unnecessary tonight.

The tires squealed as I reversed before his door was completely shut. I grinned as Emmett cursed. Yeah, I liked to act like we were on the getaway from time to time, too.

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